break the bowls

Break the bowls and vases,
fracture into infinite pieces
falling from my clumsy arms,
because they don't matter compared to other reasons.

To them, beautiful, but without emotions,
I can break them without further ado, with a hammer;
throw them away, if I see their traces wrong,
without suffering sorrows or shocks.

But to you, goodness personified,
bowl for me to wrap myself in,
vase where my soul lies stored,

I want to worry about not breaking you
to always take good care of you
and see you happy when I wake up.

Julian Ortega Duran,
September 28, 2020.